As Brenda hesitated at the entrance, the butler's welcoming smile turned into a cold, stern expression. "Please, come in," he said, his voice firm but polite.
But Brenda's fear had taken over. She refused to move, her eyes fixed on the butler's unyielding face. The guards, anticipating her reaction, stepped forward and grasped her arms, forcing her inside.
Brenda struggled and kicked, but it was no use. The guards were too strong, and they dragged her to a large room, where four men sat playing ludo. The men looked up, their faces lighting up with excitement.
"Wow, Chris, you're a good man!" one of them exclaimed, as they all burst into laughter.
Chris Ronvill, a man in his mid-50s with a sly grin, stood up, his eyes fixed on Brenda. "You know, that's a gift for you guys," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Brenda's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. The men were all in their 50s, their faces lined with age and corruption. She shivered, her heart racing with fear.
One of the men, Eliano, a burly man with a thick beard, looked her up and down before speaking. "She should come and sit on my lap," he said, his voice low and menacing.
Brenda's eyes filled with tears as she realized what was expected of her. She knew that she was in grave danger, and that her life was about to change forever.
Meanwhile, Bella was left to wonder what had happened to the other girls. Where had they been taken? What were they doing to them now? And when would it be her turn?
She paced back and forth in her room, her mind racing with thoughts and fears. She knew that she had to escape, but she didn't know how.
As the night wore on, Bella's anxiety grew. She knew that she was running out of time, and that she had to act soon.
But for now, she was trapped, forced to wait and wonder what the future held.